That's just not right," Sam muttered. "Claude needs to keep his pants on.

Hoyt was by himself right under one of the portable lights rigged up for the occasion. He had his hands thrust in his pockets, and he looked more serious than I’d ever seen him. There was something strange about the sight, and after a second I figured out why. It was one of the few times I’d ever seen Hoyt alone.

We could go back to your house. I can stay with you always. We can know each others bodies in every way, night after night. I could love you. I could work, you would not be poor. I would help you.

I don't write the kind of 'happily ever after' that romance readers enjoy.

The average woman would not be pondering how fast her date could kill her, but I’ll never be an average woman.

I'd have to say no, people don't change, but they can learn to behave differently.

People fidget. They are compelled to look engaged in an activity, or purposeful. Vampires can just occupy space without feeling obliged to justify it.